(John Lennon & Paul McCartney)

I look at all the lonely, people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice
In the church where the wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window
Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong

Father Mackenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working
Darning his socks
In the night when there's nobody's there
What does he care

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong